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A   CENTURY  OF   CHARADES 


BY 


WILLI  AM,  BELLAMY 


^*  Language  was  given  to  man  thai  ht  might  conceal  his  thoughts.^ 


BOSTON   AND   NEW  YORK 
HOUGHTON,  MIFFLIN  AND  COMPANY 

189s 


Copyright,  1894, 
By  WILLIAM  BELLAMY. 

All  rights  reserved. 


The  Riverside  Press.,  Cambridge^  Mass,  XT.  8.  A. 
Electrotyped  and  Printed  by  II.  0.  Houghton  &  Co. 


Ml 


Iliad  ix.  312-313. 


PEEFACE. 


To  give  an  answer  to  a  riddle  is  like  explaining  a 
joke,  —  something  never  to  be  done,  unless  reluc- 
tantly, and  with  av-erted  face,  as  Strato  held  the 
sword  for  Brutus  to  fall  upon. 

But  as  we  all  like  to  be  told  when  we  are  right, 
and  as  the  first  answer  that  suggests  itself  may  not 
be  the  one  that  fits  best,  I  have  prepared  a  key  by 
which  any  guess  may  be  confirmed  if  correct  or  re- 
jected if  wrong.  The  mathematical  mind  that  is 
better  at  exhausting  combinations  than  at  catch- 
ing allusions  may  use  it  as  a  last  resort  to  obtain  a 
solution. 

To  start  fair  let  me  state  that  my  charades  are  all 
accurate  either  to  the  sound  or  to  the  spelling,  but 
not  necessarily  to  both,  and  that  the  parts  into  which 
my  words  are  divided  are  all  monosyllables. 

W.  B. 

Dorchester,  Mass.,  October,  1894. 


My  first  endured  a  hundred  years, 
A  prodigy  of  logic  and  of  wit ;        ! 

My  last  the  faro  banker  fears, 

King  Solomon  was  not  arrayed  like  it. 

My  whole,  dear  reader,  you  '11  divine 

When  you  peruse  this  book  of  mine. 


,    c  *^  •  '  •  «    «  • 


II 


My  first,  offender  'gainst  agrarian  laws, 
Was  shot,  for  no  one  would  defend  his  cause. 

On  Mansfield  Mountain  once  did  dwell 
A  youth  who  did  my  second  well. 

In  gaudy  hues  my  whole  you  see 
A-cheapening  a  pound  of  tea. 


Ill 

'T  IS  pleasant  in  these  shortened  days 
To  sit  before  the  chimney's  blaze, 
And  hear  afar  the  stirring  sound 
Of  hunter's  horn  and  baying  hound. 
When  pussy,  for  he  loves  the  heat, 
Stalks  in  to  claim  his  favorite  seat, 
I  drop  the  paper  half  unread, 
To  scratch  poor  pussy's  head  instead  ; 
And  think  how  vain  are  business  cares, 
How  vain  the  strife  of  bulls  and  bears. 

Without,  I  catch  my  second's  din, 

I  listen  to  my  first  within. 

And  learn  from  both  the  lessons  blent 

Of  healthy  sport  and  home  content. 

If  stocks  should  rise,  I  would  not  sell ; 

If  stocks  were  down,  I  'd  fare  as  well : 

That  very  kettle  seems  to  sing 

That  riches  are  not  everything. 

I  think  I  '11  ask  my  broker,  though. 

If  consols  are  my  whole,  or  no. 


IV 

My  first  will  measure  less  than  four  feet  long, 

'T  was  often  fifty  in  Quintilian's  day  ; 
My  second  is  the  fertile  source  of  song, 

The  sweet  bird^s  carol,  not  the  poet's  lay. 
My  third  in  hills  is  apt  to  congregate  ; 

A  worker,  though  addicted  to  the  bowl 
In  Massachusetts,  but  in  New  York  State 

She 's  frequently  a  lady,  and  my  whole. 


There  's  something  very  queer  about 
The  girl  I  love  and  seek  to  win  ; 

I  wish  that  I  could  find  her  out, 
Perhaps  I  have  been  taken  in. 

To  doubt  the  lady  were  a  sin, 

Sincerely  though,  I  Ve  come  to  doubt 
She  ever  meant  to  let  me  in, 

Because  I  always  find  her  out. 

I  asked  to  be  allowed  to  call. 
And  modestly  she  gave  consent ; 

Now  servants  tell  me  in  the  hall 

She 's  not  my  first,  she  came  and  went. 

Inconstant  as  the  scented  gale 
That  from  my  second  idly  blows, 

Elusive  as  a  phantom  pale, 

I  only  know  she  comes  and  goes. 

Though  hope  may  counsel  still  my  third, 
Eternal  hope  that  smiles  at  dawn. 

My  heart  is  sick  with  hope  deferred 
To  hear  again  she  *s  been  and  gone. 

I  *d  seek  her  at  the  frozen  pole. 
Chimeras  fight  and  Gorgons  rout, 

I  'd  brave  the  fire  of  my  whole, 
Jf  she  were  in  and  not  put  out. 


VI 

My  first  bedeck  the  lawn 

When  the  moon  is  shining  bright  ; 
My  second  ends  the  dawn, 

Beginning  every  night ; 
My  third  and  fourth  is  done 

To  hide  a  thing  from  sight  ; 
My  whole  's  the  name  of  one 

Whom  we  can't  remember  quite. 


vn 

No  longer  for  the  Roman  dame 

My  second  from  my, first  is  brought ; 
Where  once  the  Roman  legions  fought 

No  terror  has  the  Roman  name  ; 

My  whole  is  master  of  the  soil, 

And  reaps  in  peace  the  fruits  of  toil. 


VIII 

A  PRODUCT  of  coniferous  trees, 
A  hardy  toiler  of  the  seas  ; 
These  make  when  joined  and  matched, 
A  Russian  scratched. 

I  make  this  statement  wholly  on 
The  authority  of  Napoleon. 


IX 

I  SOUGHT  my  first  in  starry  skies 
Where  shines  the  April  sun  ; 

My  second  came  before  my  eyes, 
And  warned  me  to  be  done. 

I    *T  is  very  hard  to  lose  one's  sight  ; 
I  'm  blind  as  bat  or  mole  ; 
Once  hills  and  fields  were  my  delight, 
Now  I  'm  no  more  my  whole. 


My  first  is  high, 
My  second  damp, 

My  whole  a  tie, 
A  writer's  cramp. 


XI 

The  student,  from  the  Charles  returning, 
Upholds  my  first,  the  seat  of  learning. 
My  last  disturbs  the  baby's  sleep  ; 
My  whole 's  a  monster  of  the  deep. 


XII 

Just  round  the  corner  of  the  street 
Your  roving  eyes  my  first  will  meet ; 
I  think  you  know  the  little  square, 
And  recognize  a  number  there. 

The  sage  of  Athens  wisely  said, 
"  Count  no  man  blest  untU  he  's  dead." 
Behold  Lesseps,  his  nation's  pride, 
With  honors  heaped  on  every  side. 
Does  Honor  on  his  age  attend  ? 
Alas  !  my  second  is  his  end. 

The  wretch  who  long  has  sought  in  vain 
Relief  from  torturing  fangs  of  pain, 
No  more  my  whole  with  horror  sees. 
But  hails  *  short  pang  that  brings  long  ease.' 


XIII 

My  first  is  found  where  Glory  leads, 

The  coward  fears  and  fools  despise  ; 
In  common  walks  my  next  precedes, 

It  aids  the  fallen  wretch  to  rise. 
My  third  was  once  a  robber  count, 

His  castle  stood  the  Rhine  beside  ; 
My  whole  some  ladies  learn  to  mount, 

But  no  one  ever  cares  to  ride. 


XIV 

When  to  my  second  men  confide 
My  third  that  they  have  hoarded, 

It  is  my  first,  and  if  they  bide 
My  whole  will  be  rewarded. 


XV 

My  first  bends  graceful  by  a  spring ; 

My  last  has  conquered  many  a  king  ; 
My  whole  to  gales  and  frost  and  snow 

Of  Winter  adds  another  woe. 


XVI 

My  first,  a  heathen  god  of  old, 

Was  fashioned  in  a  mighty  mould  ; 

My  whole  on  him  was  brawny,  vast, 

He  swung  a  hammer,  or  my  last. 

His  worshipers  have  passed  away  ; 

Like  every  dog  he  had  his  day  ; 

He  and  his  kin  have  met  their  fate, 

And  Odin's  halls  are  desolate. 
Ask  not  his  name,  nor  vainly  seek  ; 
He 's  knocked  into  the  middle  of  next  week. 


XVII 

Thou  manikin  that  fain  wouldst  ape 
Of  human  form  the  godlike  shape, 
Fetish  sure  from  Ashantee  ! 
Raising  beauteous  arms  to  thee, 
Maids  repeat  a  fervent  prayer 
That  winds  may  lull  and  skies  be  fair. 

Thy  dual  parts  let  me  proclaim  ; 
The  first  the  earliest  fruit  of  shame. 
The  second,  worn,  decrepit,  bent. 
Was  woman's  guard  and  ornament, 
Or  haply,  foremost  of  the  ten. 
Stood  up  to  be  assailed  of  men. 

High  perched  above,  thou  dost  bestride 
Thy  narrow  throne  in  pygmy  pride  ; 
Snowy  bosoms  heaving  high 
Palpitate  beneath  thine  eye, 
Womankind  for  offering  bring 
All  to  which  they  closest  cling. 

What  Beauty's  touch  has  sanctified. 
What  Modesty  would  seek  to  hide. 
What  binds  the  mother  to  her  child, 
In  sacrifice  to  thee  are  piled  ; 
And  the  blushing  virgin's  zone 
Is  loosed  for  thee,  and  thee  alone. 


XVIII 

Beneath  the  ground 
My  first  is  found. 

My  last  two  wear 
A  cross  of  hair. 

And  my  complete 
Is  very  sweet. 


XIX 

When  Death  came  to  my  first,  he  still  delayed 
To  smite  the  fairest  flower  his  fields  could  show  ; 
And  so  the  lady  lingered,  and  they  said, 

"  When  the  leaves  fall."     Before  she  sank  too  low 
They  brought  her  pigeon  to  my  next.     She  tried 
To  smile  her  thanks  while  toying  with  the  bird. 
The  doctors  held  a  council  ere  she  died, 
And  spoke  faint-hoping,  fearing  to  my  third. 
At  last  the  end  came.    As  the  hours  dragged  slow, 
She  pressed  my  whole,  and  said  with  feeble  moan, 

"  Farewell,  my  treasure,  whither  I  must  go, 
I  go  without  thee  :  Time  is  there  unknown." 


XX 

When  young  Lochinvar  had  come  out  of  the  west, 
To  appear  at  a  wedding  he  hardly  was  dressed  ; 
His  heart  might  be  bold  and  his  steed  might  be  fast, 
But  he  must  have  been  wet  after  swimming  my  last ; 
And  a  bridesmaiden  whispered,  "  I  call  it  a  shame, 
One  would  think  that  he  had  n't  my  first  to  his  name. 
Does  he  not  look  my  whole  ?    What  a  horrible  mess  ! 
They  are  going  to  dance  !  She  will  ruin  her  dress  !  " 

Yet  he  was  no  slouch,  for  it  must  be  confessed 
In  a  very  few  moments  his  suit  he  had  pressed. 


XXI 

O  Child  of  Sorrow  !  born  to  feel 
The  tread  of  Penury's  iron  heel, 
To  wander  friendless  and  alone, 
To  ask  for  bread  and  get  a  stone  ; 
Two  things  thou  lackest,  which  possessed, 
Riches  were  thine,  and  life  were  blessed. 
But  name  them  in  a  whispered  breath  ; 
To  speak  them  dooms  a  king  to  death  ! 


XXII 

My  first  the  anxious  mother  often  hears  ; 
My  second  is  the  vaunted  cup  that  cheers  ; 
When  coming  through  my  third,  two  bodies  met ; 
Before  you  ride,  my  fourth  you  have  to  get. 

You  '11  guess  my  whole  if  you  will  think  a  bit ; 
It  is  a  sort  of  touchstone  for  your  wit. 


XXIII 

My  first  has  led  a  blameless  life, 
He  never  quarrels  with  his  wife, 
His  inmost  thoughts  are  free  from  sin, 
He  's  happy  when  the  tide  is  in, 
He  never  seeks  my  whole  to  raise. 
His  taste  is  worthy  of  all  praise. 
Yet  such  existence  who  would  wish  to  live 
Long  as  my  last  presents  alternative  ? 


XXIV 

Where  flows  my  first,  bright  burning, 

My  second  marks  a  shoal ; 
The  fisherman,  returning,        . 

Espies  it  with  my  whole. 


XXV 

There  are  two  plants  you  often  meet, 
And  one  is  bitter,  one  is  sweet ; 
Conjoined,  two  different  words  they  make 
According  to  which  first  you  take  : 
One  compound  is  a  lofty  state, 
The  other  has  fallen  much  of  late  ; 
A  lack  of  one  the  Indian  counts  a  gain, 
Blood  of  the  other  soils  the  arms  of  Spain  ; 
Divide  the  one,  and  Anna's  name  appears, 
The  other's  bark  keeps  ringing  in  my  ears. 


XXVI 

Upon  my  first  I  Ve  often  sat ; 
My  second  is  a  kind  of  hat ; 
My  whole,  a  sort  of  creeping  thing 
That  Noah  from  the  ark  did  bring. 


XXVII 

Op  course  it  is  not  literally  true 
To  say  my  first  the  king  can  never  do ; 
Many  a  deed  of  English  kings  I  Ve  heard 
Might  well  be  styled  my  second  and  my  third  ; 
But  in  the  sense  in  which  it  is  intended 
The  saying  's  true  until  my  whole  is  ended. 


xxvin 

I  HIRED  Pat  to  drive  a  pig  ; 
The  price  he  asked  I  thought  was  big. 
"  Bedad,"  said  Pat,  *'  you  don't  suppose 
I  '11  lade  the  craycher  by  the  nose  ; 
Perhaps  your  honor  '11  tell  me  how 
Convaniently  to  drive  a  sow  : 
Before  she 's  in  my  first  my  second, 
My  whole  a  pittance  you  '11  have  reckoned." 


XXIX 

The  reindeer  fattens  on  my  first, 

My  second  would  disdain  it ; 
An  army  marched  full  many  a  verst 
To  take  my  whole  with  gun  and  bay'net. 


XXX 


MY  FIRST 


I  AM  a  worm  with  fiery  head, 

My  venom  serves  to  wake  the  dead. 

MY  SECOND 

Upon  the  ocean's  verge  I  stand, 
A  seamark  for  a  rugged  land. 

MY  WHOLE 

"When  Nature  lay  in  silent  sleep, 
And  Darkness  brooded  on  the  deep, 
Before  the  morning  stars  had  sung. 
Or  ever  seraph's  harp  was  strung. 
Ere  Brahma  wakened  from  his  dream^ 
Or  Indra  was,  I  reigned  supreme. 


XXXI 

If  milk  be  added  to  my  first, 
You  have  an  antidote  for  thirst. 

A  blade  of  grass  my  second,  op 
A  weapon  to  attack  a  boar. 

My  whole  was  held  for  many  a  year 
The  prince  of  poets  without  peer  ; 
Now  comes  a  reputation-knifer 
To  make  him  out  the  merest  cypher. 
Unless  I  'm  very  much  mistaken, 
He  can't  succeed,  to  save  his  bacon. 


XXXII 

To  make  my  last  upon  my  first, 
The  poet's  lyre  oft  is  struck  ; 

My  whole,  with  fire-water  cursed, 
Loses  his  head  and  runs  amuck. 


XXXIII 

To  make  my  first,  a  lamb  will  serve 
If  one  fore-quarter  we  reserve. 

My  next  is  good  to  speed  a  bolt ; 
Don't  ever  feed  it  to  your  colt. 

My  last  through  Henry's  visor  broke  ; 
Montgomery  dealt  the  fatal  stroke. 

Since  Mercy  rides  in  Horror's  van, 
Hail  in  my  whole  man's  love  to  man  I 


XXXIV 

Although  it  was  a  base  my  whole, 
The  umpire  cried,  "  My  first  at  first." 
The  player  who  to  second  stole, 
A  second  in  my  second  cursed, 
Then  turned  upon  his  heel  about : 
No  wonder  that  he  was  put  out. 


XXXV 

O  Maiden,  with  your  lips  apart ! 
You  know  my  first,  and  feel  its  smart. 

My  last,  the  path  of  dalliance,  leads 
'Twixt  hedges  sweet  to  flowery  meads. 

We  call  my  whole  a  man  of  prayer  ; 
What  need  of  further  praise  is  there  ? 


XXXVI 

Queen  Mary  on  the  scaffold  stood, 
My  second  with  my  first  she  viewed. 
Despite  her  crimes  we  mourn  her  doom. 
And  twine  my  whole  upon  her  tomb. 


XXXVII 

I  LOVE  my  whole,  men  always  will 
While  men  are  men  and  might  is  right ; 
'T  is  more  than  courage,  more  than  skill ; 
In  man  or  beast  it  gives  delight. 
We  hear  the  thunders  rumble  yet 
That  Webster  from  the  rostrum  hurled  ; 
(It  was  my  first,  but  men  forget 
The  customs  of  the  ancient  world.) 
The  land  still  echoes  with  his  fame, 
A  glamour  clings  about  his  name  ; 
Just  take  away  my  last,  and  see 
How  singular  his  words  would  be. 


XXXVIII 

My  first  might  tempt  an  anchorite, 
A  symphony  in  pink  and  white. 

The  days  of  pagan  Rome  are  past, 
When  slaves  were  offered  to  my  last. 

A  village  all  unknown  to  fame, 

My  whole  is  linked  to  Shakespeare's  name. 


XXXIX 

Through  Syrian  desert  rode  my  first, 
Oppressed  with  heat,  overcome  by  thirst : 

My  second  was  his  quest. 
More  proud  was  he  on  helm  to  bear 
The  token  of  his  lady  fair 

Than  red-cross  on  his  breast. 

My  whole  for  lady  fair  is  known. 
Her  cheek  is  red,  her  heart  is  stone, 

A  fatal  beauty  aye  ! 
And  those  who  feast  upon  her  charms 
Rush  to  their  death  with  open  arms. 

With  open  eyes  they  die. 


XL 

When  he  who  changed  my  first  in  vain 
Dragged  in  my  whole  great  Hector  slain, 
He  vowed  that  dogs  and  crows  should  rend 
The  slayer  of  his  dearest  friend  ; 
But  when  old  Priam  sued  to  pay 
The  rites  were  due  that  bleeding  clay, 
The  hero,  melting  at  a  father's  woe, 
Showed  for  my  last  what  he  denied  his  foe. 


XLI 

I  SHIPPED  aboard  the  Betsy  Jane  ; 

My  first  was  fresh  and  fair ; 
We  manned  my  whole  and  hove  the  chain ; 

The  mate  stood  by  to  swear  : 
To  hear  him  take  God's  name  in  vain 

Would  raise  a  lubber's  hair. 

She  stepped  aboard  the  Betsy  Jane  ; 

My  last  was  fresh  and  fair  ; 
We  kissed,  and  hoped  to  meet  again  ; 

A  rose  was  in  her  hair. 
I  kissed  my  sweetheart  once  again  ; 
^  The  mate  forgot  to  swear. 


XLII 

My  first  is  two,  my  second  more  ; 
My  whole  brings  many  to  death's  door. 


XLin 

Alas  !  no  more  beneath  the  winking  stars 
My  lover  carols  at  my  window  bars  ; 
My  cruel  father  came  with  angry  toe  ; 
Not  even  my  first  would  he  have  treated  so. 

I  'd  fly  to  him,  but  whither  could  we  go  ? 
I  'd  drown  myself,  but  duty  whispers  low  ; 
On  some  fond  breast  the  bleeding  heart  relies  ; 
Oh,  if  my  second  could  but  sympathize  I 

Ah  !  what  avail  the  precepts  of  the  wise  ? 
I  hate  my  whole,  which  never  satisfies  ; 
My  spirit  batters  'gainst  its  prison  bars. 
And  scovns  the  thorny  pathway  to  the  stars. 


XLIV 

My  first  gives  promise  of  a  fruitful  year, 
My  second  in  the  fountain  plays, 
My  whole  the  statesman's  art  displays, 

And  gets  the  vote  of  every  British  peer. 


XLV 

My  first  pours  out  at  early  teas, 

My  last  is  anything  you  please, 
My  whole  's  the  cause  of  much  disease. 


XLVI 

If  you  are  hungry  as  a  bear, 
And  love  the  hermit's  simple  fare, 
My  second  in  my  first  prepare  ; 
That 't  is  my  whole,  you  will  declare. 


XLVII 

The  milkman  my  first  at  my  second  is  leaving ; 
He  vows  that  he  loves  me,  but  men  are  deceiving  ; 
Yet  where  is  the  maid  would  believe  he  could  lie 
When  my  whole  can  be  read  in  his  honest  brown 
eye  ? 


XLVIII 

Ye  dudes  who  make  your  dress  your  care, 
And  dance  attendance  on  the  fair, 
Answer  this  question  if  you  can,  — 
Does  worth  or  habit  make  the  man  ? 
But  for  my  whole  this  counsel  take. 
That  clothing  oft  my  first  will  make. 
By  women  would  you  be  admired  ? 
Then  in  my  last  be  well  attired. 


XLIX 

My  hair  is  falling  down  my  first, 

1  'm  sure  I  must  a  perfect  fright  be, 
I  think  my  corset  lace  has  burst, 

Oh,  how  I  wish  my  third  I  might  be  ! 
For  if  my  whole  could  work  the  spell. 

Or  some  kind-hearted  wizard  hear  me, 
I  'd  take  my  second  in  a  shell, 

I  'd  play  baseball  and  none  would  jeer  me. 
Without  my  skirts,  how  queer  't  would  seem  ; 

No  mouse  would  fright,  no  tramp  appall  me  : 
'T  would  be  just  lovely  as  a  dream. 

And  all  the  girls  my  fourth  would  call  me. 


Happy  the  man  whose  dreams  by  night 
No  cares  disturb,  no  fears  affright, 
Whose  conscience  pats  him  on  the  head, 
And  puts  him  in  God's  arms  to  bed. 
Unlike  him  Scotland's  guilty  queen 
Who  walked  in  sleep  with  hand  unclean  : 
Not  all  the  waters  of  my  first 
Could  wash  away  the  spot  accursed  ; 
Not  all  the  water  in  my  whole 
Could  cleanse  my  second  from  her  soul. 


LI 

'T  WAS  bitter  cold,  the  sky  was  gray, 
And  night  was  falling  fast, 

When,  as  I  took  my  homeward  way, 
I  chanced  upon  my  last. 

I  lifted  up  the  little  waif, 
My  first,  and  almost  dead  ; 

Beneath  my  cloak  I  clasped  it  safe  ; 
"  'T  will  please  my  whole,"  I  said. 

And  I  remembered  as  I  went 
The  text  in  the  New  Testament, 

How  sparrows  have  a  Father's  care, 
Another  whole  is  every  hair. 


LII 

Fast  through  my  last  our  vessel  sails, 
All  snug  aloft,  the  topsails  set, 
SouVesters  glistening  in  the  wet, 

The  combings  flying  o'er  the  rails. 

It  lifts  a  little  on  our  lee, 

Rings  out  the  lookout's  warning  shout. 
Sharp  comes  the  order,  "  Put  about." 

How  near  my  first  appears  to  be  ! 

'T  was  there  the  Dreadnaught  left  her  bones  ; 
I  hear  the  seabird's  plaintive  dirge. 
And  loud  the  breakers  and  the  surge 

Repeat  my  whole  in  dismal  tones. 


LIII 

Explain  this  riddle  if  you  can  : 
A  bird  and  beast  once  made  a  man  ; 
That  man  begat  a  numerous  race 
Devoid  of  every  Christian  grace. 
It  makes  me  shudder  in  my  shoes  ; 
His  children  in  their  blood  he  brews  I 


LIV 


My  first  is  headgear  of  Ismail ; 

My  last  rebukes  the  lazy  sinner  ; 
Hang  up  my  total  by  the  tail, 

And  when  it  falls,  ask  me  to  dinner. 


LV 

Say  not  my  first  your  guessing  power  transcends, 
You  have  it  almost  at  your  fingers'  ends  ; 
Nor  for  my  second  Russian  realms  explore, 
Since  you  can  find  it  at  your  very  door  ; 
And  one,  the  leader  of  a  wandering  band, 
Can  beat  my  whole  with  time-defying  hand. 


LVI 

My  first  applauds  an  actress  nice, 
My  second  catches  men  and  mice, 
My  whole  is  just  a  cheap  device. 


Lvn 

Mt  first  commends  both  wine  and  wit. 
But  books  and  bottles  not  a  bit. 

A  handy  tool  my  last,  but  those 
Who  wield  it  must  look  out  for  toes. 

I  wandered  in  the  forest  glen, 

And  wished  my  whole  were  back  again* 


LVIII 

My  first  was  once  a  king  uncouth, 
The  lord  of  subterranean  fires  ; 

And,  if  its  people  told  the  truth, 
My  second  was  the  land  of  liars. 

Undoing  by  night  the  labor  of  each  day, 
Ulysses'  queen  her  suitors  kept  at  bay. 
A  pattern  wife,  as  husbands  all  agree, 
She  was  my  whole,  if  wife  my  whole  can  be. 


LIX 

From  tennis  courts  my  first  ascends  ; 
My  second  in  commotion  ends. 
No  martyr's  crown  my  whole  secured, 
Who  worse  than  martyrdom  endured  ; 
They  found  who  tore  his  limbs  apart 
A  lady's  image  at  his  heart. 


LX 

THE  WIDOWER'S  WOOING 

I  HASTENED  to  my  lady's  side, 

For  Cupid  through  her  lashes  beckoned  ; 
I  longed  to  clasp  her  as  my  bride  ; 

I  asked  her  :  Would  she  be  my  second  ? 

She  frowned,  but  when  I  heaved  a  sigh, 
Her  frown  relaxed,  her  lips  she  pursed ; 

We  kissed,  though  she  protested  I 
Behaved  unseemly  to  my  first. 

We  sat  together  and  I  sought 

To  show  how  soul  communes  with  soul ; 
But  she  was  teacher,  I  was  taught. 

And  found  in  her  my  perfect  whole. 


LXI 

Without  me  women  would  become  my  first ; 
(Won  without  wooing  how  could  they  be  dear  ?  ) 
My  second,  if  the  storm  in  fury  burst, 
Makes  each  red  flash  a  redder  flash  appear, 
The  wind's  sad  moan  a  sadder  moan  to  hear. 
My  whole,  presented  oft  to  childhood's  view, 
Less  frequent  seen  as  each  succeeding  year 
Illusions  vanished  make  emotions  few. 
Is  still  to  Youth  or  Age  a  wonder  ever  new. 


LXII 

With  all  his  imperfections  on  Ms  head, 
My  second  to  my  first  untimely  fled  ; 
My  whole  a  lady  hight  who  scorned  to  wed  ; 
Of  both  in  Shakespeare  you  have  surely  read. 


LXIII 

Had  I  my  first,  not  with  my  first  I  'd  toil, 
Nor  with  my  second  burn  the  midnight  oil  ; 
I  'd  choose  a  book,  my  whole  that  book  would  be, 
And  give  the  day  to  laughter,  mirth,  and  glee. 


LXIV 

The  traveler's  solace  in  the  dusty  heat, 

Castlereagh's  likeness,  joy  of  them  that  thirst, 
The  sinking  sailor's  hope,  —  behold  my  first ! 

Which  merry  dancers  trample  under  feet. 

My  second  comes  when  sons  and  fathers  meet 
Brothers  and  sisters  on  one  bosom  nursed  ; 
Old  age  laments  its  loss,  of  all  the  worst, 

And  heaven  without  it  seems  but  incomplete. 

Within  my  hollowed  whole,  in  humid  cell, 
An  erring  wife  was  by  her  lord  confined  ; 

The  rest  is  silence  :  he  who  kept  her  well 
Could  soul  enthrall  as  well  as  body  bind  ; 

And  now  the  startled  rustic  often  spies 

From  out  her  prison  glare  two  ghostly  eyes. 


LXV 

My  first  preserved  my  last,  and  every  spring, 

To  deck  each  comrade's  grave  my  whole  shall  bring. 


LXVI 

Whether  my  first  exists,  men  disagree  ; 
My  second  never  was  and  ne'er  shall  be. 
'T  was  in  my  whole  a  highland  lassie's  ear 
Caught  the  faint  sound  that  told  of  succor  near. 


Lxvn 

Destroyers  both,  but  different  in  way  ; 

This,  sharp  and  sudden  ;  that  one,  timely,  kindly  ; 
These  make  my  whole,  a  giant  in  his  day, 

Who  prayed  for  light,  and,  maddened,  perished 
blindly. 


LXVIII 

Blame  not  the  lover  that  he  pleads  ; 

If  stars  our  lives  control, 
Blame  not  the  maiden  that  she  cedes, 

And  softly  lisps  my  whole. 

Ah,  fatal  word  and  oft  accursed  ! 

Let  him  no  man  be  reckoned 
Who  from  a  maid  could  take  my  first 

Before  they  had  my  second. 


LXIX 

To  spell  a  word  of  six, 

Two  letters  might  suffice  ; 
That  word  defines  the  rest, 

It  makes  a  virtue  vice. 
Those  letters  two,  reversed. 

Reveal  his  name  who  laid 
His  head  upon  the  block. 

By  woman  false  betrayed. 


LXX 

His  battles  fought,  aside  were  laid 
The  sword  and  armor  of  the  knight ; 

My  last  has  dulled  his  trenchant  blade, 
My  first  has  dimmed  his  corselet  bright. 

And  he,  that  knight  of  noble  soul, 

Whose  hand  was  open,  heart  was  great ; 

His  life  is  clouded  by  my  whole 
His  love,  corroded  into  hate. 


LXXI 

The  stars  are  out,  my  whole  has  ceased. 
And  silence  reigns  in  earth  and  sky, 

Save  for  my  first,  that  yelping  beast, 
My  second  hate  him  more  than  I. 


LXXIl 

The  ripple  of  my  first  is  heard 
Where  'neath  my  second  I  conferred 
With  seven  kings,  and  made  my  third. 


LXXIII 

In  times  of  universal  greed, 
One  scarce  knows  when  to  give  or  heed 
My  first,  which  leads  the  lamb  astray, 
Or  bodes  disaster  to  the  bay. 

My  last  has  privilege  always 
Upon  his  sovereign  to  gaze  : 
A  right  as  old  as  ancient  Sparta, 
As  full  confirmed  as  Magna  Charta. 

Full  oft  in  street  or  public  square, 
My  whole  goes  whizzing  through  the  air ; 
While  housewife  trembles  for  her  window-pane, 
And  panting  boy  leaps  after  it  in  vain. 


LXXIV 

My  first  from  out  a  mountain  came, 
My  last  like  origin  may  claim, 
Of  one  of  Shakespeare's  plays  my  whole 's  the  name. 


LXXV 

My  first  was  in  a  temple  kept, 
And  listened  while  its  guardian  slept. 

My  second  was  the  word  he  gave 
Who  died  the  bravest  of  the  brave. 

My  whole,  men  risk  their  lives  to  reap^ 
Betwixt  the  mountain  and  the  deep. 


LXXVI 

The  maiden  with  her  fortune  in  her  face 
My  first  repeated  with  an  artless  grace. 

'T  was  in  my  second  Julius  Csesar  fell ; 
'T  is  in  my  second  Worth  can  still  excel. 

The  temperate  man,  contented  with  enough, 
Avoids  my  whole,  he  deems  it  perilous  stuff. 


Lxxvn 

My  first  is  curious  to  relate, 

My  last  is  stupid,  obstinate  ; 

My  whole  the  first  King  Richard  wore, 

'T  was  worn  by  Cromwell  long  before. 


Lxxvm 

My  first  is  true,  so  is  my  next,  — 
So  true  that  none  deny  it ; 

My  whole,  it  is  a  question  vexed 
If  bride  should  make  or  buy  it. 


LXXIX 

My  first  is  such  a  stupid  dunce 
He  never  uttered  sense  but  once. 

My  second  gazed  with  bated  breath 
At  Bayard  on  his  bed  of  death. 

Fair  in  my  third  my  total  grows, 
A  panacea  for  life's  woes. 


LXXX 

Mt  first  mid  Koman  thousands  stood, 

And  each  was  to  each  other  peer  ; 
My  next  is  iron,  sand,  or  wood. 

And  Patti  sang  it  loud  and  clear  ; 
When  God  to  Adam  spake  my  third, 

The  earth  was  his  to  till  and  ear  : 
My  whole,  may  nevermore  that  word 

Upon  our  statutes  reappear 
To  blot  our  commerce  from  the  seas, 

And  palsy  honest  Labor's  hand  ; 
Our  flag  should  float  to  every  breeze, 

Our  trade  be  free  with  every  land. 


LXXXI 

Bringing  sweet  pain  and  glad  unrest, 
My  first  has  pierced  a  maiden's  breast, 

Shot  straight  from  Cupid's  bow  ; 
Persuade  her  not  my  second  's  naught. 
Be  sure  her  heart  is  better  taught ; 

She  '11  shame  you  with  her  "  Oh  I  '* 

And  I  am  wealthy,  fat,  and  fair  ; 
My  golden  locks  demand  my  care  ; 

I  sail  the  ocean  wide  ; 
That  little  maiden  waits  for  me  ; 
And  when  my  ship  comes  in  from  sea^ 

I  '11  take  her  for  my  bride. 


LXXXII 

Under  my  first  the  chief  was  laid, 
His  warring  spirit  could  not  rest ; 

Oft  for  his  grace  his  lady  prayed 
To  Mary,  mother  ever  blest. 

But  one  wild  night  when  all  was  dark, 
When  gibbets  creaked  and  no  cock  crew, 

The  lady  raised  her  head  to  hark  ; 
My  second  must  be  his,  she  knew. 

His  hot  breath  told  from  whence  he  came  ; 

She  went  with  him  without  a  word  ; 
As  ready  she  to  share  his  flame 

As  Scsevola  to  brave  my  third. 

Pity  the  dead  who  pass  unshriven  ; 

O  Mary,  mother,  rest  each  soul ! 
To  love  like  hers  is  much  forgiven. 

He  died  for  Scotland  on  my  whole. 


LXXXIII 

My  first  once  made  the  Romans  fear, 

My  last  falls  soft  on  lady's  ear, 

My  whole  delights  to  chase  the  deer. 


LXXXIV 

My  first,  a  sacred  river, 

Flows  to  a  sunless  sea  ; 
My  next  was  doomed  forever 
To  be  followed  by  a  bee  ; 
My  third  I  do  that  you  can  guess  my  whole, 
Which  Cadmus  out  of  Egypt  stole. 


LXXXV 

I  WATCHED  the  riders  show  their  skill ; 
And  some  rode  well,  and  some  rode  ill ; 
It  was  my  whole  who  rode  the  worst, 
Although  he  quickly  passed  my  first. 

But  when  he  strove  to  pass  them  all, 
'T  was  fit  that  pride  should  have  a  fall ; 
And  since  the  accident  occurred, 
He  's  on  my  second  and  my  third. 


LXXXVI 

My  first  was  not  a  plumber,  but  a  god  ; 

His  pipes  are  laid  and  he  himself  is  dead. 
My  next  has  been  wherever  man  has  trod, 

And  oft,  fantastic,  turns  a  woman's  head. 
Let  others  for  Golconda's  treasures  pine. 
My  third  would  suit  me  better  if  *t  were  mine, 
My  whole  shall  in  the  blessed  season  come. 
Speech  to  the  deaf  and  language  to  the  dumb. 


LXXXVII 

Young  Harry  was  a  love-sick  swain, 
He  wooed  a  maiden  fancy-free  ; 

Full  long  he  sighed,  and  sighed  in  vain  ; 
She  teased  him  with  my  one,  two,  three. 

At  last  she  chose  to  ease  his  pain, 
And  now  she 's  kind  as  kind  can  be  ; 

So  I  may  build  my  nest  again, 
These  happy  days  were  named  for  me. 


LXXXVIII 

A  city's  scourge,  a  toper's  cheer, 
My  first  is  to  the  ladies  dear  ; 
Though  in  the  harem  held  in  fear. 

Denied  to  many  a  wedded  pair, 

My  second  is  as  free  as  air  ; 

The  just  and  unjust  have  their  share. 

Once  England  was  my  whole,  before 
The  Norman  landed  on  her  shore, 
And  Harold  weltered  in  his  gore. 


LXXXIX 

A  FISHERMAN  renowned  for  lies 

Boasts  of  a  famous  cast ; 
When  on  my  first  he  lands  his  prize. 

He  finds  it  is  my  last. 

His  friends  the  tale  with  laughter  greet, 

And  mirth  beyond  control ; 
His  words  they  vow  that  he  shall  eat, 

And  ask  him  to  my  whole. 


xc 

Lulled  by  my  deadly  first,  a  beauty  slept. 
My  second  is  the  seer  that  o'er  her  wept. 
Doubtless  her  captor  was  to  anger  stirred  ; 
If  so,  he  was  my  second  and  my  third. 

Where  shall  my  whole  contrive  to  dwell, 
Which  Britons  from  their  homes  expel, 
Exclude  from  heaven,  and  deny  to  hell  ? 


XCI 

Of  Don  Huidizo  el  Timyd, 

Who  fell  on  Zama's  fatal  plain. 

The  deeds  of  arms  might  shame  the  Cid, 
And  put  to  blush  the  flower  of  Spain. 

My  first  informs  you  what  he  did : 
Alas  !  it  all  was  done  in  vain. 

His  dame  besought  his  vassal's  dole, 
And  raised  my  second  for  my  whole. 


XCII 

My  first  is  just  a  cad,  —  I  trust  you  know 
What  that  is,  I  do  not  ;  he  is  one,  though. 
My  last  was  called  ridiculous,  but  why  ?        ' , 
Perhaps  he  's  no  more  so  than  you  or  I ; 
He  's  got  that  name,  however,  and  't  will  stick. 
My  whole  was  once  a  dentist,  I  suppose. 
Who  "  Teeth  Implanted,"  but  a  story  grows 
In  telling.     As  the  Spaniards  say,  who  knows  ? 
For  now  the  legend  is,  he  sowed  them,  thick. 


XCIII 

My  first  relieves  a  lover's  woes  ; 

It  comes  unbidden,  like  the  wind  it  goes. 

Though  a  Jew's  riches  are  my  last, 

No  Jew  will  keep  it,  yet  he  holds  it  fast. 

The  solemn  stars  that  view  serene 
Man's  joy  and  sorrow,  shame  and  pride, 
The  oyster,  fattening  'neath  the  tide 
Of  Narragansett's  waters  green. 
The  country  churchyard's  grassy  knoll, 
And  he  who  spake  not  overmuch, 
But  rescued  Holland  for  the  Dutch, 
Though  different  each,  are  all  my  whole. 


XCIV 

Stitch,  stitch,  stitch  ! 

In  poverty,  hunger,  and  thirst, 
A  woman  toils  though  her  fingers  itch, 

Striving  to  finish  my  first. 

Break,  hreak,  break ! 

With  chisel,  and  jimmy,  and  blast, 
A  man  works  on,  though  his  fingers  ache, 

Striving  to  shatter  my  last. 

Drink,  drink,  drink ! 

The  poison  that  seethes  in  the  bowl ; 
My  heart  is  sad  whenever  I  think 

Of  the  murder  wrought  by  my  whole. 


xcv 

My  last  is  two  pipes,  and  my  first  is  one  ; 
My  whole  has  many  a  maid  undone. 


XCVI 

My  first  once  formed  a  state 

Where  Plenty  smiled  and  Commerce  sate. 

My  second  is  the  guinea's  stamp, 

And  Csesar  had  it  in  his  camp. 

When  on  a  wall  my  third  is  spied, 

The  prudent  pass  on  t'other  side. 

My  whole  in  old  Maynooth 
Begged  in  the  market-place  ; 

His  word  was  simple  truth. 
His  was  a  hopeless  case. 


XCVII 

My  last  says,  "  Seamen  all,  beware 
My  first,  or  you  '11  be  stranded  there.'* 

My  whole  might  be,  if  I  but  chose, 
A  beauty  pert  with  flashy  clothes, 
A  figure  trim,  a  ready  wit, 
A  pretty  foot  with  shoe  to  fit. 

But  otherwise  I  choose  to  make  her : 
In  colors  sober  as  a  Quaker, 
Dull,  cold,  and  dumb,  no  sign  of  waist. 
Lack  lustre  eyes,  with  nose  effaced. 
And  no  one  could  admire  her  feet. 
Yet  all  her  lovers  think  her  sweet. 


XCVIII 

My  first  the  Hindu  priest  repeats  ; 
The  fakir  in  Benares  streets, 
Standing  with  withered  arm  in  air, 
Has  made  of  it  a  constant  prayer, 
Expecting  by  his  abnegations 
To  skip  a  crore  of  transmigrations  ; 
He  thinks  he  knows  the  shortest  cut 
To  'scape  from  Being's  endless  rut. 

A  merry  life  led  Robin  Hood 
In  Nottingham  and  green  Sherwood  ; 
He  liked  to  feast  on  haunch  of  buck, 
And  tip  the  can  with  Friar  Tuck. 
Perhaps  you  've  heard  an  old  ship-master 
Spin  yarn  of  peril  and  disaster 
Where,  in  a  time  of  danger  great, 
My  next  was  Tuck's  associate. 

My  third  can  easily  be  found, 
'T  is  often  heard  and  always  round  ; 
The  child  is  early  taught  to  know 
It  centres  in  each  joy  and  woe  ; 
Although  it  nothing  well  expresses, 
It  makes  most  dignified  addresses  ; 
If  you  and  I  were  hand  and  glove, 
This  go-between  might  cool  your  love. 


Can  there  be  men  of  level  pate 
Believe  the  stars  prognosticate  ? 
Who  in  the  Bible  run  a  pin 
Ere  enterprises  they  begin  ? 
I  hold  such  things  but  idle  fancy, 
Like  gypsies'  cards  and  chiromancy  ; 
Much  better  oracle  my  last ! 
It  tells  the  future,  present,  past. 

A  pompous  man,  erect  and  tall. 
Had  come  to  make  a  formal  call ; 
His  solemn  tones,  his  mien  sedate. 
His  portly  form,  his  air  of  state. 
His  look  at  once  severe  and  mild. 
Made  great  impression  on  a  child. 
Who  sought  her  ma  vrith  cheeks  aflame  ; 
The  mother  asked  the  caller's  name  ; 
The  child  returned  this  answer  odd  : 
«  I  don't  know,  but  I  think  it 's  God." 
She  deemed  him,  little  simple  soul, 
The  incarnation  of  my  whole. 


XCIX 

Old  Sol  pursues  his  annual  track 

Around  the  time-worn  zodiac  ; 

Calls  back  the  robin  and  the  crow, 

The  swallow  and  the  bird  of  snow, 

The  ulster  and  the  palm-leaf  fan, 

The  oyster-  and  the  lobster-man, 

The  sleigh-bell's  chime,  the  locust's  hum, 

The  crocus,  and  chrysanthemum. 

Of  all  the  months  he  yearly  brings. 

To  fly  on  golden  or  on  leaden  wings. 

Let  memory  my  first  recall. 

The  shortest,  sweetest  of  them  all. 

Gladys,  you  fill  me  with  surprise  ; 
You  tell  me  that  you  botanize  ! 
It  only  seems  the  other  day 
My  love  for  butter  you  'd  essay. 
That  dandelion  heads  you  blew 
To  see  if  mother  wanted  you. 
And  pulled  the  daisy's  leaves  apart 
Without  a  flutter  at  your  heart. 
Now  you  examine  with  a  lens 
The  exogens  and  endogens  ; 
Perhaps  my  second  you  have  tried. 
And  found  it  with  the  bark  inside. 


Some  love  the  sunny  wine  of  Spain, 
And  some  the  cru  of  Aquitaine, 
Others  grow  mellow  on  hard  cider, 
And  others  merry  with  dry  Schreider, 
A  few  may  sing  the  praise  of  hock, 
While  millions  love  their  German  bock, 
The  gourmet  sips  his  red  Burgundy, 
Old  maids  drink  tea  with  Mrs.  Grundy  ; 
No  honest  preference  I  assail. 
From  "forty-rod  "  to  *' Adam's  ale  ;" 
But  when  I  quaff  the  flowing  bowl. 
My  favorite  tipple  is  my  whole. 


When  Israel  was  about  to  die, 
He  bade  Lis  sons  come  hear  him  prophesy. 
Ranged  romid  his  bed,  he  called  them  each  by  name, 
And  each  received  his  words  of  praise  or  blame  ; 
The  treacherous  water,  and  the  men  of  wrath. 
The  lion's  whelp,  the  serpent  in  the  path. 
The  hind,  the  haven,  and  the  fruitful  vine. 
The  bounteous  table  spread  for  kings  to  dine, 
The  overcomer  of  the  men  of  brass. 
The  ravening  wolf,  the  doubly-burdened  ass. 

My  second  is  an  ass  also. 
That,  'twixt  my  first  and  third,  two  curses,  couches 
low. 


'T  is  said  the  Prophet,  journeying  in  the  heat. 
Beheld  my  whole  resplendent  at  his  feet  ; 
His  ravished  eyes  surveyed  its  rivers  twain, 
Tracing  their  verdant  ribbons  on  the  plain. 
Its  marble  baths,  inviting  to  repose, 
Its  groves  of  orange,  and  its  bowers  of  rose, 
Its  market-places  piled  with  luscious  food. 
Its  rich  bazars  that  teemed  with  every  good, 
Its  mart  for  slaves,  where  stood  his  heart's  desire 
Whose  kiss  were  peace,  whose  bosom  cooling  fire. 
Full  long  he  viewed  the  panorama  spread. 
Reluctantly  he  turned  his  horse's  head, 
And  pitched  his  tent  amid  the  desert's  dust. 

For  great  is  Allah,  Allah's  ways  are  just; 
Much  though  he  give,  he  much  to  man  denies, 
And  not  to  man  his  ways  he  justifies  : 

One  paradise  is  his  decree  ; 
Who  taketh  this  on  earth  foregoes  the  one  to  be. 


KEY  TO  ANSWERS. 

Note.  —  This  key  is  not  intended  to  divulge  the 
answers,  but  to  verify  the  correctness  of  a  guess.  Sub- 
stitute for  each  letter  of  a  supposed  answer  the  figure 
standing  over  it  in  the  table.  If  the  number  thus  formed 
is  the  one  given  in  the  key,  your  answer  is  correct. 


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2 

3 

4 

5 

A 

B 

C 

D 

E 

F 

G 

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I 

J 

K 

L 

M 

N 

O 

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S 

T 

U 

V 

W 

X 

Y 

KEY. 

1-3  3 

13  14  5 

31— 4  3115415135 

2  —  3  3 

3  5  3  5 

32  — 3  1  2  1  5 

3-1  1 

3  3  3  14  5 

33  —  1  32121435 

4  —  5  2 

5  2  14  5 

34  —  5  15  3  12  5 

5  —  4  4 

114  5  3  5 

35  — 3  3  1  1  2  1  4  4 

6-4  1 

4  5  4  2  13  5 

36  — 4  3  4  2  1  4 

7-1  1 

3  3  5  3 

37  — 1353544 

8-5  1 

3  5  13 

38  — 313255 

9  —  3  1 

3  2  2  5  3 

39  —  4  423543145 

10  —  3  5 

13  5  4 

40-2  13  2  12  5 

11—4  3 

12  14  4 

41  — 3  4442144 

12-1  5 

3  3  5  14 

42  —  5  13  5  3 

13  —  1  3 

55523113 

43  —  4  5  2  3  1 

14  —  4  4  4  14  5  3  5 

44  —  2  14  2  5  5 

15  —  1  1 

3  4  13  5 

45  —  5  5  5  5  3  4  4  2 

16-5  3 

5  3  14 

46  —  4  115  3  2 

17  —  3  2 

55354144 

47  — 3  1  4  4  5  3 

18  —  3  5  2  14  4  5  4 

48  —  2  14  4  14  3  5 

19-3  5 

15  15  5  3 

49  —  4  5335314353 

20  —  2  3 

5  5  5  4  2  15 

50  —  2  14  4  4 

21-3  3 
22-3  3 

5  3  13  15  5 
4  5  5  3  4  5  4 

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23-3  2 

13  5  3 

52  — 3  5  1  3  1  4  4 

24-4  5 

2  4  2  3  5 

53  —  5  13  5  2 

h: 

115  5 
5  3  1 

54  —  1  3  5  14  14  5 

55  —  2  14  3  14  5  5  1 

26  —  3  5 

15  4  2  5 

56  —  3  2  115  3  11 

27  —  4  5 

4  14  5  5 

57  — 4  3  5  1  4  4 

28  — 4  5  4  1  5  4  4 

58  — 4  4433555 

29  —  3  5 

4  3  5  3 

59  —  2  5  2  4  5  5  3 

30  —  4  54224544 

60-1  4  5  3  3  4  4  5 

61  —  3  5  4  4  5  3 

81-4 

3 

115  5 

62  —  4  4  4 

4 

1  4 

4 

82  —  2 

4  4  5 

3  1 

2  13  4 

63  —  1  4  3 

1 

3  4 

3 

1 

83  —  3 

4  5  3 

5  4 

4 

64  —  1  1  3 

1 

1  4 

4 

84-1 

1  3  1 

2  5 

5 

65  —  2  1  3 

2 

1  4 

4 

85  —  2 

3  5  3 

2  4 

4  5 

66-2  1  3 

1 

4  5 

3 

86  —  1 

4  5  5 

3  4 

3  5 

67  —  1  5  1 

4 

87-3 

2  3  5 

5  4 

68  —  1  4  4 

3 

5  5 

88  —  4 

4  5  4 

69  —  5  4  3 

5  4  4 

89  —  2 

4  2  1 

5  5 

70  —  3  4  4 

5 

3  1 

4 

5 

90-1 

14  3 

1  5 

5 

71  —  3  1  3 

1 

5  3 

91  —  3 

4  4  5 

3 

72-1  5  5  5 

4  5 

1 

5  5 

92  —  3 

4  3  1 

4 

73  —  5  4  1 

3 

1  5 

93  —  4 

4 

2  5  4  5 

74-3  5  1 

4 

5  5 

3 

1  1 

94  —  3 

5 

3  2  5 

3  1 

75  —  4  1  3 

1 

3  4  3 

5 

95  —  2 

1 

5  5  5  4 

76  —  4  1  3 

1 

5  4  5 

96  —  3  5 

4  4  4 

3  1 

4  5 

77  —  3  1  4 

3 

1  4 

4 

97  —  2 

1 

3  2  5  2 

78-5  3  5 

1 

4  4 

5 

1  1 

98  —  5  3 

4  4  1 

5  5  5  4  3  5 

79  —  1  4  1 

3 

5  4  5 

2 

99  —  3  5  4,5  3 

80  —  5  3  2 

1 

3  2  5 

100-4 

1 

3  14  3  1 

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